Emperor Xiao Chang was flustered and humiliated, clutching his sword as he rushed into the Cold Palace. His consort, Xue Wanqing, followed close behind, adorned with a crown of nine jewels and wearing her finest robes.,His feet stumbled, but he quickly regained his balance, leaning against a pillar and refusing to fall.,Xie Zhiwei slowly closed her eyes, a serene smile gracing her lips, filled with anticipation...。